Srishti Chowdhury

“But on paper, things can live forever.
On paper, a butterfly
never dies.”
― Jacqueline Woodson, Brown Girl Dreaming

“I’ve been looking at all the ordinary staples of flirting," says Julia, "like biting your lip and looking away just a second too late, and laughing a lot and finding every excuse to touch, light fingertips on a forearm or a thigh that emphasize and punctuate the laughter. I’ve been thinking about what a comfort these things are, these textbook methods, precisely because they need no decoding, no translation. Once, a long time ago, you could probably bite your lip and it would mean, I am almost overcome with desiring you. Now you bite your lip and it means, I want you to see that I am almost overcome with desiring you, so I am using the plainest and most universally accepted symbol I can think of to make you see. Now it means, Both of us know the implications of my biting my lip, and what I am trying to say. We are speaking a language, you and I together, a language that we did not invent, a language that is not unique to our uttering. We are speaking someone else’s lines. It’s a comfort.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Rehearsal

“Secret, smug believers! God never gives you
more than you can bear, they like to say, as if
the strong should be punished for their strength:

We can bear it. So we got it.
But what about my baby? How weak does
a newborn have to be to escape God's burdens?”
― Brenda Shaughnessy, Our Andromeda

“I’m kissing you now — across
The gap of a thousand years.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry